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As the deepest hours of the night stretched on, each minute feeling like an eternity, I found myself utterly unable to surrender to the solace of sleep. My mind, a relentless projector of terror, replayed Elijah’s hushed words about the prophetic dreams that occasionally manifested within the Thorne lineage. The chilling possibility that my nightmare was not merely a random byproduct of a troubled subconscious, but a genuine glimpse into a potential, horrifying future, settled upon me with the crushing weight of a premonition, a silent alarm screaming in the quiet recesses of my mind.

“What hurt the most was that I had a nightmare or a vision about it before it happened.” The man looked at Luciana before his eyes made their way to me. “What do you mean? I’m finding it difficult to wrap my head around your revelation.” I couldn’t blame him. I hadn’t made much sense of it either as well. Growing up, my nightmares were far and few in between and a small part of me always knew I had possessed an uncanny ability—the gift or curse of premonition. Visions of future events would occasionally haunt me in my dreams and each time it happened, it always left me with a lasting thought of foreboding. It was a burden I had carried throughout my life and over and over again, it had prove

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

he heard her trying to warn him. “No, please wait!” Then the image of her suddenly disappeared, he found himself standing at the edge of the window slab. He was having hallucinations or was that just another premonition, he was confused. His forehead was covered with cold sweat. He used his palm to wipe it but to his shock, he saw the bloodstain instead of sweat in his palm. He then blinked his eyes and saw that the bloodstain was gone. Do these premonitions have something to do with Deadrei’s situation, or these things are just mere hallucinations in his head? Was he getting mad? he thought to himself.

“We’re on an island. You’ll need to be a bit more specific.” Gildeon exhaled sharply, frustrated he hadn’t seen more detail in the vision. “Mr. Ayadi,” the professor continued, adjusting his glasses, eyes narrowing with curiosity. “I can’t help you unless you tell me exactly what you’re looking for.” Gildeon studied him for a moment, weighing how much to reveal. Finally, he decided to ease into it. “Do you believe in premonitions?” Nowak straightened and nodded. “There are documented cases—foreseen events that later came true. Some people claimed to have seen them in dreams… others, through divine encounters even in broad daylight.”

This time my sleep is plagued by nightmares and dreams alike. But I only remember one dream, that still plagues my mind when I wake up. I cry out from shock as I am pulled out of the nightmare. My whole body is trembling and I am covered in sweat, which has drenched my clothing making them stick to my body. The image still haunts me, Ash calling out my name, his hand reaching down to grab my hand as I fall. Then suddenly the dream freezes and words appear in the sky in blood red writing. ‘There coming’ then it flickers ‘were coming, be ready.’ Then suddenly I am falling again, than just before I hit the ground it blacks out. That’s when I woke up. I lie there as still as possible, too scared

I feel like it's ripping to shreds as I make my way back to my room. Maybe that dream was a premonition after all.

A chill ran down my spine. If that was true, then whatever had happened to Viola was no small matter. The bond in my chest pulsed again. This time it was gentle. Almost like the touch of tiny fingers, not yet strong enough to grasp. I stopped again, my breath hitching. The thunder in my chest grew louder. “What is this?” I whispered, clutching my rapidly beating heart. Jacob answered in a voice barely above silence. “A premonition.” “A premonition of what?” I frowned, still confused.

After dressing in clean clothes, we decided to crash here for the night. I awoke with a start sometime in the morning with my heart pounding. “What the fuck was that dream?” I tried to recall it, but pieces were slipping away the more I woke up. All I could hold onto was a vision of Aria laying beneath me, moaning and gasping. I couldn’t recall ever having a sex dream before, but I supposed it was the mate bond at work, wanting us to seal the bond. Damn it, I don’t think I’ll be able to escape this girl. It’s not that I didn’t want her, but after what happened to Bethany when we were kids, I didn’t think I would be any good for her. I was useless after all.